IX (Nine)

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Your smiles haunts me,
As it lingers at my memory,
Laugh that echoes everywhere,
Is what I can still loudly hear.
In this peaceful seashore,
Where we always lore.
Now only memories are left,
Not even a trace of your heft.


Seashore

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